The fire and shouts of killing in the east of the city made Zhuo Shaoyu stunned, he hurriedly waved his hand and led the Taibao to rush to the place of the accident. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The remnants of the barbarians were not found, but Changyi City ushered in a huge chaos, the lazy garrison rushed out of the yamen in disheveled clothes, and boldly ran to the east street to check the situation, and the timid ones drilled back to the yamen, in the name of protecting the prefect.

There are not many garrisons in Changyi City, because they are only less than a thousand miles away from the border troops guarding the border passes, so the defenders of Changyi City are all loose and crumbling on weekdays, dealing with some street fights or blackmailing some merchants who come and go.

The news soon came back, and the official who had gone out from the yamen to inquire about the news, and when he came back, he was brought back by a horse, not because he was lucky enough to pick up a horse, but because he was worn on a spear by a tall knight.

The corpse flew into the yamen with bloodstains, and when the officials of Changyi City went out to see, three were frightened on the spot, and the remaining two cried and fled back to the backyard, and one was directly scared to death.

Outside the door, there is a jungle of steel!

Thousands of iron horses snorted irritably, and their whole bodies were covered in iron armor, only two hot gases erupted from their nostrils, looking like black dragons about to erupt, and on these iron horses, there was a group of silent iron-armored barbarians, with tall bodies, sharp giant knives, and a pair of bloodshot eyes.

With the gentle wave of the leader's hand, the hundred horsemen broke through the door, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the whole family of the prefect of Changyi City, plus some officials, were all killed.

When the hundred horsemen walked out of the yamen covered in blood, the knight led by him suddenly raised his giant knife and shouted fiercely: "Slaughter the city!"

A sentence of slaughtering the city, attracted a roar, with all kinds of strange screams, this group of iron-like beasts beat horses, divided into a team of 100 people to continue to set fire in the city, the rest of the people and horses are divided into three teams, just rampage, whether it is in the face of loose garrisons, or pedestrians on the road, as long as the living creatures appear in front of them, it has become the target of these beasts to kill, all the way the blood spread from the east of the city to the west of the city, and from the north of the city to the south of the city, the entire Changyi City has completely fallen into hell on earth.

The barbarian iron cavalry of three hundred people, even if they encounter an army of ten thousand people, they dare to launch a desperate rush, not to mention a group of timid as a mouse's garrison, as for the common people and those fat businessmen, they are not worth mentioning in front of the barbarian iron cavalry.

On the blood-colored streets, the masters of the Ghost King Gate finally encountered a strong enemy.

When he found out that the situation was not good in the slums, Zhuo Shaoyu made a smart move, and the masters sent out by Yang Ge were called back by him again, and instead of letting the innate masters disperse, they gathered in one place.

In this way, the first chance for the Ghost King Gate to discover the situation disappeared, but the Taibao had five hundred more masters to escort them.

When he saw the number of barbarian iron horses far exceeding the estimate, Zhuo Shaoyu's heart sank.

He knew more about the barbarians than the others.

Because of some secret news of the Ghost King Gate, others are not qualified to know, how can he not know as a great Taibao, especially the last time he led the team to exterminate the barbarians, the Ghost King Gate cost hundreds of lives to completely leave the opponent behind, and the battle damage is almost ten times more than others, and now although there are five hundred innate masters around him, there are about three hundred iron horses on the opposite side.

Infantry combat against cavalry is already at a disadvantage, the opponent only needs a charge, relying on the power of war horses can easily disperse more than their own enemies or even several times, especially the group of barbarians who are best at killing with war horses, don't look at the innate masters on their side, they really have to fight hard, who wins and who loses.

The barbarian clan is infinitely powerful, every warrior is comparable to a congenital master, and there are ironclad iron horses, Zhuo Shaoyu is really lacking in confidence in this battle.

The manpower from the Ghost King Gate is still a little less, I thought that there were only a few dozen barbarian remnants, and five hundred innately was more than enough, Zhuo Shaoyu only now realized that he seemed to have broken into the battlefield that had been set by others a long time ago, and he suddenly realized at this time that the barbarians who disappeared in Changyi Ridge had already gathered in Changyi City.

They're here to slaughter the city!

Zhuo Shaoyu's mind was not low, and he quickly figured out the key, and at this time, the barbarian iron knight on the opposite side also discovered this group of masters of the Ghost King Gate.

Without warning, the silent torrent of iron armor began to charge, the speed of the horse went from slow to fast, and finally galloped wildly, the giant knife that flashed cold light was swung up, and the snow seemed to be cut more finely by those sharp blades.

The snow began to get heavier and heavier, and the fire in Changyi City became more and more intense.

The three hundred iron horsemen who rushed from the heavy snow forced the Ghost King Gate to retreat, Zhuo Shaoyu made a decision in an instant, his side must not collide with such a terrible opponent, a Changyi City is just a Changyi City, and it is not the helm of the Ghost King Gate, even if it is slaughtered, it is the emperor of Qi who should be angry.

They are just scavengers, and the role of the heretical faction is to clear out, not to fight in front of the army, and this kind of enemy should be handed over to the border army.

"Go ......"

As soon as Zhuo Shaoyu said a word, his voice was completely covered by a loud shout.

Suddenly startled, before Zhuo Shaoyu could see who was roaring, a figure had already rushed out from him, not only facing hundreds of iron horses, but also roaring while rushing.

"Kill all the remnants of this group of barbarians, and rush with me!"

The young man's heavy drinking, with a breath of blood, plus his voice is still loud, especially the identity of the Taibao has rushed out, do the innate masters of the Ghost King Sect dare not follow.

The original retreat suddenly turned into a rush, and Zhuo Shaoyu's nose was almost crooked.

The first to take the lead was naturally Xu Yan, at this time, the seventeenth Taibao dragged the cold iron knife, Sen Sen's blade drew a spark all the way behind him, and the vigorous figure was like a lion pounced on the herd, not only without fear, but also full of anger on his delicate face.

In many cases, it is not necessarily the prince who is playing with the situation, or it may be the first soldier to charge, at the time of the big war, once the two opposing armies are murderous, they only need a horn to attract a monstrous bloody battle, especially the momentum of this thing, which can be contagious.

Xu Yan's charge as a Taibao was carried out with a kind of tragedy and shock, if there was a group of obscure minions like Wang Bazhi behind him, Xu Yan would definitely turn his head and run, he took a fancy to the five hundred innate masters behind him, so he resolutely launched a desperate charge.

Jianghu warriors, regardless of good or evil, the most important thing is reputation, these people can be chivalrous and righteous, or they can kill innocents in vain, they like to be famous through the ages, and they are not afraid of leaving a stench for thousands of years, no matter whether the reputation is good or bad, as long as the reputation is big enough and loud enough, it is a pride of both good and evil.

But only the word 'cowardly', whether it is a righteous hero or a sinister hero, all of them can't tolerate the contemptuous eyes of others.

This is a common disease of both good and evil, and it is also a kind of pride of a congenital martial artist, and it is also a mentality that refuses to be subservient.